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It's nice going through the trouble of walking down a dark, completely empty street at night, especially when the first person you see when you've reached the end starts crying right after they see you and tries to apologise for something no one knew had been done.
"Takemichi, for the last time, what is it?"
He didn't answer, but instead bowed even lower, the angle of ninety degrees having been passed by almost half of its angular power. He was crying waterfalls, but you didn't mind as much as the fact that he'd just said...he was sorry for doing it.
It? He was incredibly sorry for even agreeing to listen to him, and hear him out, he said.
But, it what?
"I'm so sorry, L/n!"
"Call me Y/n, I despise formalities," then after a second, "I suppose I won't get what you did out of you anytime soon?"
He sniffled, shaking his head lightly, "no. I'm sorry. Ahem, Y/n."
"Stop saying you're sorry."
"Sure. Sorry."
You sighed in exasperation, "Fine."
You were glad that no one was there to watch this embarrassing moment of your life play out, but didn't really understand how it was possible that it'd even done that.
